I wonder how much exists. I wonder how much exists beyond the. I wonder how much exists beyond the frame of the text? How. How far. How far back. How far back does this character go back in the catalogue of oevre? or how far back and beyond what is said about him? (Cut this Gertrude Stein shit), Look all Im saying is how much of the character is created by the author beyond what's said. Did he have passions be side the Eleuthéria? (which is a boat) did he have past loves, old hatreds? He states having dead enemies so.? We going thru Arkansas. The road, the highway seems so out of place it's slipping out of time. The trees look like toothpicks with tuffs of hair on the top. Pine needles coat the forest floor. Your mind cant stay in one place when you're a passenger on a long ride. It's piratically impossible. A daydream, or maybe a srory...: Trucker, big, gruff, thick cock with a flimsy, skinny boytoy boyfriend, spindly like the trees and the trucker fucks rough. Start the day out in a huge truck stop of big hall 18 wheelers. They're in the shower together when the first fuck passes. Hard fast harsh loud, then the trucker takes a floppy leather paddle and works the ass over, he’s pissed, he needs to let some shot out. After, while the boytoy dries, his ass still sore, the trucker fucks him again, hard harsh loud, little lube. Throughout the rest of the day the boytoy sits without any pants on and the trucker fingering him. Eventually, he manages to get his pants on and as the sun starts to sink lower and lower, he feels more tense and tense. The big rig is pulled to the side of the road and parked: the trucker tears off the boytoy's clothes and they fuck on the long bench seat. He cums inside. Laying on top of the boytoy, he looks up, raises his face, and then the trucker kisses his boytoy and the latter knows that they're done for the day.
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